I am as unsettled as the wind today,
laughing loudly with students,
crying to a song on the way home.
Rage hits after I’m accosted by a colleague
who complains about the same things always,
but does nothing.
(Except keep me stranded long enough
that I’m now loading boxes
into my car in a hurricane.)
a fit of giggles.
I am buffeted like
last autumn’s leaves.
They told us
in that fifth grade assembly about
that with age would come
and fewer pimples.
I’m still waiting.